Mon histoire

Previously

…"What were you reading?" she asked, wanting to bridge the gap, to keep this fragile connection from dissolving. Liam picked up his book. "A collection of poetry," he said. "Rilke." "Ah," Elara breathed, a flicker of recognition. "His work has a way of… excavating the soul." Liam’s eyes lit up. "Exactly. He speaks to the quiet spaces, doesn't he? The places where doubt and longing reside, but also where profound beauty can be found." Their conversation flowed then, as easily as a river finding